I didn't always understand why it was so forbidden, but I obeyed his strict wishes that I never tell anyone the things we did together.It was fun, act...ally, to keep our secret. Even from my mother, who had no idea what was going on. I still had to share Daddy with her, but I always knew that he liked me the best. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that he was older and I was just a youthful little thing."That wasn't all it was to me," he said, reading my mind. "You know that."I. “-that I would ever hear-” He pushed her breasts up, just like he used to do with Hermione. “-Pansy Parkinson plead.” He kissed her breasts.“Fuck you, Weasley,” she murmured with neither mirth nor resentment; her eyes half-closed with lust. She reached out her hand and seized the hem of his trousers, making him come closer to her. She smiled a little when she felt the bulge of his crotch.She caressed his cock through the fabric and he whimpered. It as if he wanted her to free it and at the same. She gave out a wonderful smell, a raw musk of woman in heat inviting him to ravage her. He waited mom to be totally wet to remove her panty.Peter was biting her pussy lips over her panty and slowly he could feel slight wetness over the panty…and his rubbing got a little faster…. at the same time.. Her protests gradually turned into moans. Mom was enjoying Peter’s rubbing his nose on her crotch…Peter sensed the opportunity and he went for her panty and pulled it down in one swift motion almost. "It was quite apparently not Marcia's fourth glass of the evening. I looked down rather pointedly at her utterly bare torso. The closest thing she had to clothing was her purse."Yes, Mrs. Fernandez, I can see that. No way will I be getting you nude." Impossible to get someone nude when they are already. Behind her, I could see Rose frantically gesturing the 'cutoff' signal to the waitstaff.She turned her attention to Rose, as my wife desperately composed herself. She, I could tell, was in pain.